Memories of the Sea

Some Memories of the Sea

Galveston...I remember the shrimp boats patrolling, we were all so much younger then,

The candy apple greens and the gulls calling,

those blue wooden homes near the shore, or across the street

the sand on your feet, the sound of the hoses spraying every last bit of sand,

you'd always miss some...

and the morning coffee, a ritual,

the quiet I can barely capture these days

all the beauty of that moment

captured, in words and pictures

as memories

fade.

I want to chase the sky

to see the sun descending

and the moments biding time

I want to be a stranger in an unfamiliar place

I want no one to know me

or recognize my face,

I'm already there I guess

the loneliness gave it away

I want to disappear out in the space

the highway

the forgiving highway

guides my way.

So small we are to the sea,

so small, like grains of sand

or the petulant weed.

I remember everything said a ghost crab

at night,

I remember everything a child

standing by my side.

and the sea is so large

compared to us

so powerful

so destructive

but we never get enough.

Out on the sand, memories whispered among the gulls

so small we are to the sea

how small our disagreements

seem.

Florida